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In March, Penny turned 8! If that sounds familiar, it's because 13 months to the day earlier, Truman did the same thing. Whew!

I got to take her out to breakfast at Chick-fil-A. She has a great love of their tiny chicken biscuits.

Penny decided to invite several friends over for a party at home - we played a lot of games like pin the tail on the donkey, and strung a piƱata up in the garage (some of those quieter kids were shockingly brutal!).

Since she turned 8, it meant she could be baptized. Grandma and Grandpa Harper came out from California for a long weekend to celebrate this with her. We went out for Mexican food one night.

with sister & brother right before the baptism

with mommy (dannnng it was bright and sunny!)

standing on a bench with daddy (check out his snazzy jumpsuit)

And here are a couple of pictures of Penny just being awesome in general.
One day I was laying in bed and Penny came in, sat down, then propped her feet up on the door. When I asked her why she was wearing only one sock (nevermind that it's a Halloween sock, in March), she said, "It's a phase I'm going through. You wouldn't understand."

When it warmed up enough to venture out to the zoo, Penny packed a notebook with pencils, sunglasses, hat, and all sorts of gear. No one told her she needed to do this. She then insisted on dragging it all out at every exhibit and copying down the names and pertinent info of each animal. It was a long visit.


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